Because the present is so hard, we seem to be recovering a great deal of history. Avia Kushner’s substack inspried me to dig up old photos of a close friend of my parents. A letter from a woman I never met reminded me that her father used to visit us when I was a small child, and opened up a whole geneological history I didn’t know about. A Russian encyclopedia article about the history of psychology and my late mother-in-law made me gather information from all kinds of relatives. Even the dog reminded me of the history of dog breeds.
Nah, I’ll just stick with the past. It was 11 years ago that some of us writers were invited to the Knesset to discuss the situation of literature in Israel. Me, I’m near the opposite corner here on the four-table square.
I was one of the many who gave a talk about their unique situations and the needs of all the writers. An inclusive organization was proposed.
I’d been in the Knesset a few times before. Once a dozen writers sat with Shimon Peres to speak of writing in other languages. After that he never missed an opportunity to speak with me, I once interviewed him, and I sent him all my books because he always wrote back detailed observations.
Even if we hadn’t been home protecting our cleaner from the threatening dog, we wouldn’t have been able to take the heat and the threat of violence at the opening of the new light rail. After so many years of waiting this was indeed an exciting event, but Bibi cut the ribbon, and the protesters made so much noise he had to shout even though the mike was on full volume. So we watched it on tv, where they had a hard time cutting the protesters out of the frame and adjusting the sound.
Of course the new light rail is exciting but doesn’t come close to solving any of the problems of Tel Aviv, and it is not surprising that the Mayor was not even invited.
I’ve been writing almost every day for over 20 years. I don’t read it, because that would start making me self-conscious, artistic, and fake. I also don’t fool around with the mechanics. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. If one of you wrote to tell me that a link was broken or a fact was wrong I’d try to fix it somehow, but that’s it. Today, however, the extreme heat and the dog we’re babysitting for is keeping us pretty much at home for the fourth day and I had some time to actually look at this site. Pretty old-fashioned and rickety, heh? I fixed a few links on the articles page, but it’s still a mess. But let me know if something bothers you in particular. If I stay home tomorrow I’ll really soup up the articles page. Maybe.
I watch him on tv enjoying dinner with his wife on vacation (how many have there been this summer?) and I cannot imagine how he thinks this summer will end. Can he see any realistic conclusion? Is he prepared to grab the plane he bought years ago with government money and head to Panama? What devious plot could he possibly have to sacrifice this country and save himself?
don’t worry. Nasrallah is not going to attack us now. That would be the only think that would unite us, and he knows if he just waits, he won’t have to attack…
I watch his face as he pretends to threaten us – he’s happy, almost thrilled, at our behavior.
who died this March, keeps speaking to me in Yiddish. I think she wrote this when she was 98 and I translated it and forgot about it. Today I found it on my desktop. Did I publish it? I have no idea: